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HAMLET'S INSTRUCTİON TO THE PLAYERS. 391

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Then flushed his cheek, but not with pride,
And grieved and gloomily spake he:
My cabin stands where blithely glide
Proud Danube's waters to the sea:
I have a young and blooming bride,
And I have children three :—
No Roman wealth or rank can give
Such joy as in their arms to live.

"My wife sits at the cabin-door,

With throbbing heart and swollen eyes;-
While tears her cheek are coursing o'er,

She speaks of sundered ties;
She bids my tender babes deplore
The death their father dies;
She tells these jewels of my home,
I bleed to please the rout of Rome.

"I cannot let those cherubs stray
Without their sire's protecting care;
And I would chase the griefs away
Which cloud my wedded fair."
The monarch spoke; the guards obey;
And gates unclosed are:

He's gone!-No golden bribes divide

The Dacian from his babes and bride.

HAMLET'S INSTRUCTION TO THE PLAYERS.

SPEAK

SHAKESPEARE.

(PEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but, if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, WHIRLWIND of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters,-to very rags, to split the ears of the GROUNDLINGS; who, for the most

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part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb show and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-Herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.

Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, -whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to Nature; to show virtue her own feature; scorn, her own image; and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O! there be players that I have seen play,—and heard others praise and that highly,-not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made men well, they imitated humanity so abominably!

UNDER THE ICE.

UNDER the ice the waters run;

Under the ice our spirits lie;
The genial glow of the Summer sun,
Shall loosen their fetters by-and-by.
Moan and groan in thy prison cold,
River of life-river of love;

The Winter is growing warm and old,
The frost is leaving the melting mould,
And the sun shines bright above.

Under the ice, under the snow,

Our lives are bound in a crystal ring,

By-and-by will the south winds blow,

And the roses bloom on the banks of Spring.
Moan and groan in thy fetters strong,

River of life-river of love;

SOUTH CAROLINA AND MASSACHUSETTS.

The nights grow short, the days grow long,
Weaker and weaker the bands of wrong,

And the sun shines bright above.

Under the ice our souls are hid,
Under the ice our good deeds grow;
Men but credit the wrong we did,
Never the motives that lay below.
Moan and groan in thy prison cold.
River of life-river of love;
The winter of life is growing old,
The frost is leaving the melting mould,
And the sun shines warm above.

Under the ice we hide our wrong—

Under the ice that has chilled us through;
Oh, that the friends who have known us long,
Dare to doubt we are good and true.
Moan and groan in thy prison cold,
River of life-river of love;
Winter is growing worn and old,
Roses strain in the melting mould-
We shall be known above.

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SOUTH CAROLINA AND MASSACHUSETTS.-Webster.

THE

HE eulogium pronounced on the character of the State of South Carolina, by the honorable gentleman, for her Revolutionary and other merits, meets my hearty concurrence. I shall not acknowledge that the honorable member goes before me in regard for whatever of distinguished talent or distinguished character South Carolina has produced. I claim part of the honor; I partake in the pride of her great names. I claim them for countrymen, one and all,-the Laurenses, the Rutledges, the Pinckneys, the Sumters, the Marions,-Americans, all,-whose fame is no more to be hemmed in by State lines, than their talents and patriotism were capable of being circumscribed within the same narrow limits. In their day and generation they served and honored the country and the whole country; and their renown is of the

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treasures of the whole country. Him whose honored name the gentleman himself bears,-does he suppose me less capable of gratitude for his patriotism, or sympathy for his sufferings, than if his eyes had first opened upon the light in Massachusetts, instead of South Carolina? Sir, does he suppose, it is in his power to exhibit a Carolina name so bright as to produce envy in my bosom? No, sir; increased gratification and delight rather.

Sir, I thank God, that if I am gifted with little of the spirit which is said to be able to raise mortals to the skies, I have yet none, as I trust, of that other spirit, which would drag angels down. When I shall be found, sir, in my place here, in the Senate, or elsewhere, to sneer at public merit, because it happened to spring up beyond the little limits of my own State or neighborhood; when I refuse, for any such cause, or for any cause, the homage due to American talent, to elevated patriotism, to sincere devotion to liberty and the country; or, if I see an uncommon endowment of heaven,-if I see extraordinary capacity and virtue in any son of the South,-and if, moved by local prejudice or gangrened by State jealousy, I get up here to abate the tithe of a hair from his just character and just fame, may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth! Sir, let me recur to pleasing recollections; let me indulge in refreshing remembrance of the past; let me remind you that, in early times, no States cherished greater harmony, both of principle and feeling, than Massachusetts and South Carolina. Would to God that harmony might again return! Shoulder to shoulder they went through the Revolution; hand in hand they stood round the administration of Washington, and felt his own great arm lean on them for support. Unkind feeling, if it exist,―alienation and distrust,—are the growth, unnatural to such soils, of false principles since sown. They are weeds, the seeds of which that same great arm never scattered.

Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts; she needs none. There she is,―behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history, the world knows it by heart. The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill,-and there they will remain forever. The bones of her sons, fallen in the great struggle for Independence, now lie mingled with the soil of every State from New England to Georgia,-and there they will lie forever. And, sir, where

OUTSIDE THE ALE-HOUSE.

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American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood, and full of its original spirit. If discord and disunion shall wound it,-if party strife and blind ambition shall hawk at and tear it,-if folly and madness, if uneasiness under salutary and necessary restraints, shall succeed to separate it from that Union by which alone its existence is made sure,-it will stand, in the end, by the side of that cradle in which its infancy was rocked; it will stretch forth its arm, with whatever vigor it may still retain, over the friends who gather round it; and it will fall at last, if fall it must, amidst the proudest monuments of its own glory, and on the very spot of its origin!

OUTSIDE THE ALE-HOUSE.

DON'T go in to-night, John-
Now, husband, don't go in :
To spend our only shilling, John,
Would be a cruel sin.

There's not a loaf at home, John,
There's not a coal, you know,
Though with hunger I am faint, John,
And cold comes down the snow-
Then don't go in to-night!

Ah, John, you must remember,

And, John, I can't forget,
When never foot of yours, John,

Was in the ale-house set.

Ah! those were happy times, John,
No quarrels then we knew,
And none were happier in our lane
Than I, dear John, and you.

Then don't go in to-night!

You will not go, John-John, I mind
When we were courting, few
Had arm as strong, or step as firm,
Or cheek as red as you.

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